Namjoon pov:-
I had my daughter, Addison, who would babble at night a lot. As her words got better, I realized she was legitimately having a conversation with someone. Over time, when I was tucking her in, she would talk about her 'dark friend' that came to visit her. Around this time, I learned from a neighbor that the woman who owned the house before us was a sweet old lady who passed away from cancer. Her name was Marsha.
"My wife never believed Addison until one day she finally just asked her if her dark friend had a name. Without hesitation, she said, “Marsha.” I thought she was going to hit the floor. I looked up Marsha's obituary and showed it to Addison without any prompting. Addison identified her immediately.
"Eventually we left that house. Two weeks ago, I was walking by my daughter's room and heard her talking. I popped my head in and she slowly turned to me, smiled, and said, 'Dad! Marsha found me.
